"Childe is a talented ......"

"The ......"

Miss Manzhu Sawa was looking at Ji Yan with a red face and waiting eyes at this time, and she said with a little slurred in her mouth.

Ji Yan felt a little uncomfortable looking at Miss Manzhu Sawa like this, and said directly and encouragingly: "What's the matter?

Miss Manzhu Sawa was taking out an unusually delicate little handkerchief at this time, and after spreading it out, she said softly:

"Manzhu Sawa Huangquan Road, flowers bloom and leaves fall differently;

Sorrow is like fire and dew, and life is like summer flowers that can't be kept.

The wind and smoke pass through the gunpowder smoke, and the Manzhu Shahua fills the city valley;

Participating in business, why not drink and dance with drunken immortals?"

Ji Yan himself was also a little abrupt at this time, and immediately couldn't help but ask a little very funny: "Miss Lin, do you want to make another song for contemptible?"

"Or is there something about Manju Sawah?"

"Hmm!"

Miss Manzhu Sawa became a little shy at this time, and whispered in response.

Bai Luo, who was eating melons around, stared at the small handkerchief just now, and exclaimed directly in surprise: "Miss!"

"This is one of the few relics left by Madame, and it is the most precious thing that Mademoiselle herself usually has. ”

"Why did the young lady embroider this poem on it?"

"Huh?"

Ji Yan looked at the little maid Bai Luo with some doubts, and then looked at the delicate and unusual little handkerchief in the hand of Miss Manzhu Sahua!

"Who told you to talk too much!"

Miss Manzhu Sawa said with cross-eyes, and when she said this, her ears were even more radiant, and her eyes were like water, waiting to stare at Ji Yan shyly......

After the little maid Bai Luo spit out her pink tongue in a strange way, her face was full of smug expressions!

Do some things need to be said too directly and explicitly?

"Then the contemptible person should think about it first......"

Ji Yan didn't know what was going on at this time, and he didn't dare to look at Miss Manzhu Sahua, so he said thoughtfully.

After many days of getting along, Ji Yan herself has already directly sensed Miss Manzhu Sahua's intentions!

However, with the identity and experience of Miss Manzhu Sawa, Ji Yan didn't know whether Miss Manzhu Sawa at this time was sincere, or just acting on the spot, it was probably just to attract Ji Yan's own attention.

Perhaps the people in this war lord world of the Flood Desolate Continent will feel that Miss Manzhu Sawa has now confessed very plainly and clearly.

However, with Ji Yan's own experience in his previous life, he has heard too much about this kind of thing.

That is, it is okay to play, and if you really feel the truth, you are asking for yourself to suffer!

The demon girl in the Demon Sect Alliance, if she really takes it seriously, she will really lose!

"There it is!"

After a moment, Ji Yan's eyes lit up, and he slowly opened his mouth and said softly:

"Affection is not as ruthless as bitterness, an inch is still tens of thousands of wisps; Flowers are easy to lose, dreams are easy to disappear, and clouds are easy to disperse. Why is it so embarrassing?"

"Flowing water sends acacia, and the fragrance is always empty, and it is a pity that the golden threads in front of you. Thousands of miles of twilight smoke waves, a flat boat down the river eastward. Return to the vast waves, watch the sun wind and rain. ”

The melon-eating crowd present suddenly perked up, and their eyes looked at Ji Yan's own position with more respect, Miss Manzhu Sawa was even more intoxicated at this time, her face was red and her heart was beating, and her body leaned forward as if she was about to throw herself into her arms.

"Is this what Childe just created?"

Miss Manzhu Sawa murmured a little dreamily, the sound was like a dream, and it was intoxicating, and then she couldn't help but slowly approach her body and exhale like an orchid.

"It's a bit of an overshow!"

"It's just a small poem, is the response so big?"

"Sure enough, she deserves to be the little demon girl at the actor level in the Demon Sect Alliance......"

After seeing Miss Manzhu Sawa behaving like this, Ji Yan was still thinking to herself in the opposite direction, and unconsciously widened the distance between the two people, and stepped forward to respond and said, "Of course it is!"

This is really Ji Yan's own flash of inspiration and directly plagiarized the memories of his previous life, so he should be more sure and proud, and he also has an unusual momentum......

Ji Yan himself subconsciously avoided it at this time, which made Miss Manzhu Sahua's face suddenly darken, and then she smiled directly as if she had learned some secret, and took the initiative to pull out a short distance from Ji Yan.

The white and pure fingers pointed to the beautiful scenery of the splendid mountains and rivers, and the mouth was even more directly pun and sighed:

"The world is so boastful, why bother immersing itself in the darkness of the past? The darker it is, the more you can't extinguish the lights, the more you want to brighten your life and cherish the ...... in front of you."

After a slight pause, Miss Manzhu Sahua glanced at Ji Yan and said, "How nice would it be if we could stay at this moment all the time?"

"I want to be open only to you. Hongchen is only willing to be with you for a long time. ”

"yes!"

"It would be nice if we could stay forever!"

Ji Yan's heart trembled at this time, and there was a strong excitement of excited confession, and finally he endured it and said.

After a slight pause, he directly continued: "Unfortunately, reincarnation has a past life, this life, and a future life, and there are you, me, and him in life. You can't live for yourself alone......"

"Miss!"

At this time, the little maid Lan Luo suddenly shouted, and her eyes were even more annoyed and glared at Ji Yan.

"What's the matter?"

Miss Manzhu Sawa looked back with some doubts.

The little maid Lan Luo glared at Ji Yan viciously with her own eyes and said, "Miss, at this time, I will recite the poem made by the city lord Ji just now......

"Flowing water sends acacia to ......

A flat boat flows eastward ......"

After Miss Manzhu Sawa whispered a few times with questions, she suddenly looked at Ji Yan with a white face in disbelief, her red lips trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes continued to mist and blur.

Carefully figure out what this poem contains in Ji Yan's own refusal!

Of course, it is not full of rejection, and there is also opposition.

Metaphor......

The last sentence is Ji Yan's own hint that he has not had much time to touch Miss Manzhu Sawa at all, and he can't weave his emotions without much love, and in the end, he is afraid that it will inevitably be just a flower shadow.

Ji Yan's heart was cold, and he didn't dare to look at Miss Manzhu Sahua, so he could only say with some sneering: "This is just ......"

"There is no other meaning in doing whatever you want, Miss Lin, don't get me wrong!"